oh yeah, philosophy 101 solipsistic discussion! How about this one; nothing can be explained that can be eventually explained with enough time. You know, after everything, everyone dies, and no one can tell all the universes have ended infinite infinities ago. Oh sweet baby jesus, but then there are always ghosts, aren't there? Ghosts of universes, dimensions, existence!
I feel the same way as you guys feel about this achievement loser about the people that play competitive FPS 40-50 hours a week and then they say they enjoy it. They just get a weird geeky macho braggy thing when they kill noobs. Not that killing noobs is fun for them, because it has become boring for them for the past 1000 game play hours they've dedicated. No, even though they will never ever ever admit it to themselves or others or to their grandparents underwear, they do it because there is some social national male validation. You know american dream, work hard, succeed by dominating- like that dear Mexican dog whisperer would say-, imposing yourself and your will on people, killing everyone more than they kill you, kill everyone before they kill you and your kind ( drop atomic bombs (designed and engineered by Nazi "defectors") on a gay enola plane, to end a war that you've only been involved in for 10 minutes and have suffered the massive casualty of your ego in Pearl Harbor -such a dirty Japanese surprise trick, like Final Fantasy- but don't worry: "All the American people are good and decent people, hell everyone is a 9/11 fireman hogy hero!) meet the Kardashians, talk racist jive with Mel Gibson, hot knobs with Ann Coulter, Charlston Heston and Cheech Marin in a Hollywood party sponsored by Christopher Nolan, Michael Moore, Peter Jackson and Jackson Pollock's spirit that has been just recently resurrected by the ghost of john cassevete's frustration for the crap movies his son makes. (ya know "The notebook", for kids..you know!).
ALL OF THIS IS TRUE
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